ADDEY VATERS - POEMS

Addey Vaters loves anything and everything related to cats and/or folk music, and is a proponent of the Oxford Comma. She resides in sunny, sometimes snowy, Colorado and her work has been published in Sleet Magazine, Vita Brevis, and The Black dog Review, among others. She is currently the poetry editor of borrowed solace.

​Rejection

It comes 
With a roar
Out of the blue
Sky on a sunny
Evening;
Stringy, mousy hair,
Coffee stained 
Lips,
Limbs akimbo.

“No.”

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Factorical
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You sometimes lose your mind like a cat on catnip,
pitching your thoughts into the great abyss
of the soul.  Somersaulting through
the dark disheveled nothingness.
What I wouldn’t give to lynch your words.

At first they’re rambunctious,
playful as summer somersaults on the grass 
or a kitten chasing after catnip.
Then the pitch becomes lower, the disheveled 
and false softness of each syllable lynching all hope.

Each hour drags on through the pitch colored
night – dark as the conveyor belt thoughts
that somersault through it. Perhaps catnip
tea will make the memory of your disheveled mane
dissipate.  Perhaps we should run away to Lynch, Kentucky.      



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